Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

But after this encounter, Xiang Xing's mind was in a mess, and his drowsiness was disturbed.

He could only open his soft, round eyes in the darkness after the lights were turned off, silently looking at the delicate and handsome face beside him who seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully.

Is he just joking?

The little guy blinked and wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

Xu Shi's staring gaze was especially warm in the dark, and soon, the first word turned around and gently wrapped her into a warm embrace.

Immediately afterwards, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a slight warmth on his forehead.

After that, the still dull and gentle words came over and over again: "Rest early, don't think too much, eh?"

"……Um."

Xiang Xing had no choice but to respond.

Xu is the man's embrace is too warm and reassuring, she hadn't thought about it too much, and the drowsiness gradually returned.

A good night's sleep.

...

Half a month later, the day of the Western Tour officially arrived.

And this made the emperor's top priority in his own tour of the west, mainly to go to the junction with Haiqi and southern Xinjiang, an area called Ximengcheng, to deal with the serious local plague and appease the local people who have suffered for a long time.

As for this plague, the DPRK and China have been investigating it for a long time.

Although all the signs vaguely pointed to the Southern Border, which was good at making and using poison, there was a lack of substantive evidence, and it was impossible to ask it for a while.

It was only after the first speech that he decided to come over in person, to strictly arrest the city lord of Nasimeng City and his officials, and to find out the matter as soon as possible, so that the people could recover as soon as possible.

...

Another ten days passed.

An unremarkable carriage rushed ahead of the expedition force and arrived at the outskirts of Ximen City.

The curtain hanging on the carriage window was slightly lifted by a slender white hand, and a pair of round almond eyes looked out a few times.

But he quickly lowered the curtain and shrank back.

Immediately, he sighed quietly.

This hidden identity, on the way in advance, Xiang Xing saw the corpse lying in the field, a miserable scene, and his mood became heavier and heavier.

Although in the pony car, an unknown incense stick was burned by the first word, and the incense was so strong that it covered up the smell of the sachet on her body.

But just now, the strange smell of medicinal dregs outside, the people who fell ill neglected to clean up, the smell of mutton, and the burnt smell of burning flesh... still seeped in some.

It made her almost depressed.

At this moment, the carriage froze for a moment, and the horses neighed loudly after the reins were pulled from the front of the carriage.

There were even a few low-pitched childish sobbing.

Hearing the sound, Xiang Xing and First Ci couldn't help but look at each other.

Hurry up and jump out of the car to check.

I saw outside the carriage, a little girl about seven or eight years old, who seemed to be frightened by the horse, stunned and dazed, and sat slumped not far in front of the horse's hoof.

She was wearing a sackcloth jacket. Although it was torn, every opening was meticulously patched.

Should be a beloved child.

What is strange is that on that small, pale face, the lips are just the opposite, charred like charcoal.

The slender limbs twitched unconsciously.

Xiang Xing frowned frequently.

She had heard the first words on the way, that this was the symptom of the plague.

The man beside him naturally saw this scene, he couldn't help sinking his handsome face and turned to the shadow guard who was driving.

"Liu Feng, what's going on?"